Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.